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ysobellePosted: Tue Sep 02, 2003 10:43 am Post subject: Thanks from the Gimp.
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Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who stopped by to offer sympathy, songs, food, drinks, and painkillers at PARF this weekend after my unfortunate gravel-skiiing incident Saturday before opening. Special thanks to Kristi for spending most of her last day at the show with me in the emergency room at Good Samaritan, holding my hand and asking me boy-band-perplexing trivia questions. They were old-man-ponytail baffling! And Betty, bless you for reminding me that breathing is usually an excellent idea, even when one is having fresh peroxide poured over an injury. Thank you for everything, especially the Ace, and I'm sorry about your blistery elbow. Er...misery loves company?
My first coment, as I sat bleeding by the participant's gate, was, "Well, today can really only improve from here, right?" As a matter of fact, I am proud to say that the only moment that day at which I completely lost my sense of humour was while the very nice doctor was injecting novocaine directly into my open wound. I'm glad I've crossed that off my list of things-to-do-before-I-die. I now need never do it again. I apologise to anyone to whom I may have been cranky at any point this weekend. I promise to do my best to never bleed quite so freely on grounds again.
Anyway, my knee is bending more easily now, though I can't bend it too much and I'm still walking like Marty Feldman in "Young Frankenstein," though both my eyes continue to track together. My mom is insisting I go to one of her doctors, and the stitches come out next Monday or Tuesday. The scar will be nifty for a while, but everyone assures me that chicks dig scars. My boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't seem all that impressed, though he did have decent Chinese food waiting when I got home last night. And he steamed me some strawberry milk, too, which put me right to sleep.
As long as I can get Good Samaritan to have pity on my uninsured butt-- and knee-- I should come out of this with some decent stories for my old age, and a nice little scar which I'm sure SOMEONE will dig. So thanks to all once again, and I'll see you next weekend. And if you're really nice, I promise to not show you my knee.
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Nikki Cohen
Mistress Ysobelle
Madame Cum Laude #111
Local Madame
Mount Hope Muses, IWG Local #9
IWG Guild Representative for the State of PA
www.MayFaireMoon.com
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Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who stopped by to offer sympathy, songs, food, drinks, and painkillers at PARF this weekend after my unfortunate gravel-skiiing incident Saturday before opening. Special thanks to Kristi for spending most of her last day at the show with me in the emergency room at Good Samaritan, holding my hand and asking me boy-band-perplexing trivia questions. They were old-man-ponytail baffling! And Betty, bless you for reminding me that breathing is usually an excellent idea, even when one is having fresh peroxide poured over an injury. Thank you for everything, especially the Ace, and I'm sorry about your blistery elbow. Er...misery loves company?
My first coment, as I sat bleeding by the participant's gate, was, "Well, today can really only improve from here, right?" As a matter of fact, I am proud to say that the only moment that day at which I completely lost my sense of humour was while the very nice doctor was injecting novocaine directly into my open wound. I'm glad I've crossed that off my list of things-to-do-before-I-die. I now need never do it again. I apologise to anyone to whom I may have been cranky at any point this weekend. I promise to do my best to never bleed quite so freely on grounds again.
Anyway, my knee is bending more easily now, though I can't bend it too much and I'm still walking like Marty Feldman in "Young Frankenstein," though both my eyes continue to track together. My mom is insisting I go to one of her doctors, and the stitches come out next Monday or Tuesday. The scar will be nifty for a while, but everyone assures me that chicks dig scars. My boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't seem all that impressed, though he did have decent Chinese food waiting when I got home last night. And he steamed me some strawberry milk, too, which put me right to sleep.
As long as I can get Good Samaritan to have pity on my uninsured butt-- and knee-- I should come out of this with some decent stories for my old age, and a nice little scar which I'm sure SOMEONE will dig. So thanks to all once again, and I'll see you next weekend. And if you're really nice, I promise to not show you my knee.
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Nikki Cohen
Mistress Ysobelle
Madame Cum Laude #111
Local Madame
Mount Hope Muses, IWG Local #9
IWG Guild Representative for the State of PA
www.MayFaireMoon.com
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novacaine into wound.....
Date: 2003-09-02 11:50 pm (UTC)just be glad you didn't wind up nipple-surfing on the asphalt. I dare *any* doctor to try and numb a girl there.....